Simple. Living.
Last night, as I laid in bed, doing my usual shallow routine of imagining what I was going to wear for tomorrow (BEST WAY TO FALL ASLEEP-just imagine doing a mental catalog of your wardrobe…snooze!) I realized how my materialism has spun out of control. When I was in high school, I dreamt about just having 1 pair of Manolos. 1 fancy bag. Now it’s just gimme gimme gimme. I need another Chanel jacket, a givenchy dress, a vionnet ball gown, and oh…10 pairs of shoes.
I can’t remember what happens in Jitterbug Perfume or Still life with woodpecker (WHICH ONE IS IT THAT’s JEZEBEL related!?!) but I can remember which little black dress I have needs some airtime.
I’ve been reading blogs full of frankenwords and it shows how my lexicon is similar to a 16 year girl (who isn’t studying for her SATS because “I’m too pretty to do homework so my brother has to do it for me.”
SO this is a pre-pre-new years’ resolution. I’m going to open my mind and close my wallet. I feel shame for being such a mass consumer. I did it to flaunt how I worked hard and therefore should reward myself like any bird-brain with a nest full of seeds. I did it to fill the boredom of “in-between-billables.”
I am going to channel my energy into the following subjects:
1. WORK OUT FATTY. MWF-Cardio. T&TH-Weights.
2. READ…AGAIN! Re-read all the greatest hits and new ones.
3. SELL SELL SELL. Red Silk Chiffon Louboutins - worn once - and I still think I’m going to wear them one day as a pop of color for an all black outfit..but it never happens. Sigh.
4. DINNER IS SERVED. I haven’t thrown a dinner party in 6 bloody months!! JEEZ! No wonder I’m in a cooking rut.
